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Unicorn

written by: Rania M M Watts

@CCInkQuills

the north wind blows
within my soul
a call for one mythical
creature -- that should
never had been brought
to extinction -- magical
properties absorbed
into the earth
each precious drop
of unicorn blood

tragic to say, their species
were never meant to live
among selfish, greedy
& ignorant humans
there are certain
creatures that will
forever been ingrained
inside of one's constitution

unicorn doesn't necessarily
mean magical but definitely
rare. although, none reside
inside of their proper horned
body -- there are those who
are magic but it will only
take a special optic
see it.

My name is Rania M M Watts, I am a stay-at-home mom of 4 whimsical children & wife of one brilliant & athletically inclined husband. (Oh, and, I take Pizza orders over the phone to help make ends meet) I'm looking to finally pursue my dream of being a working poet. I was born in Beirut, Lebanon to Palestinian parents in 1974. With the outbreak of the Lebanese Civil War in 1975, my family emigrated to Canada when I was 2 years of age -- for a peaceful life that didn't involve bombs or explosions.

I dabble in myriad of Art mediums, however am most at home with a: pen, crayon, eyeliner, quill and any type of parchment. Always deemed a freak of nature because of my outlooks and perceptions, I've allowed my imagination to dominate my core since the age of 13 when I told my Grade 8 teacher Mr. Natale, I wanted to flee to Europe with a typewriter and create in fields of long grass... Ever since, I've been a Master Imaginarium & Oubliette Architect, there is NOTHING I can't write about!

Cement Covered Ink Quills is my brain-child blog where I relish focusing on the premise of 'The Verity of Humanity' via various Art Mediums.

AUTHOR OF THE MONTH

I am the goddess Fortuna reincarnated, informally known as Jo Ahlberg. The product of a drunken fumble between a moron and a lunatic, I took my first breath of secondhand smoke in the state of Massachusetts 35 years ago. Sometimes raised by a single-parent mad-hatter-mother in a Hertfordshire council house, but mainly raised by various foster parents. I am a ridiculous statistic of about 0.005% who end up doing a Ph.D. in philosophy. This figure is based upon the 6% of those from foster care who end up with a degree, let alone an MA or Ph.D. Homeless by age 16, I had three children with an Algerian immigrant. Lots more random and inexplicable things happened over a 20 year period, such as falling in love and marrying the principal of my former FE college, becoming a university lecturer in philosophy and winning Spillwords author of the month.

POST OF THE MONTH

In the middle of the night, he was awake like an owl
Nothing could help him, nothing could calm down the thunderstorms inside his head
He was drenched in sweat, sweat made of his own fears and worries
He was restless!

Restless like never before, the time stood still in this ever-moving world
He was losing himself, drowning in his own thoughts
Hyperventilated, he screamed as loud as he could
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